Today is sunny and bright. Rain is predicted for later, but the sky is blue with only a few white clouds. The breeze gives the air a chill. It is 57°.

Nala is bringing the outside inside. Yesterday it was some papers she had taken from the house. She loves to tear papers. This morning I heard noises at the dog door. Nala was trying to bring in a branch wider than the dog door. She dropped it when I asked, an unusual Nala behavior. I had to pick up some pine needles from the branch she brought inside yesterday. Nala makes messes.

Duke is the dog I grew up with, another boxer. He was intimidating to people who didn’t know him. His chest was wide and muscular. His bark was deep. He’d stand his ground. He protected us. He also followed us everywhere, even to school. My father was totally frustrated by Duke who ignored him. My mother offered bologna so he’d get close enough for her to grab him by his collar; instead, he’d snatch all but a small piece of bologna from my mother’s hand and then he’d run.

My book came yesterday, and I started reading it right away. I carried it upstairs and read it while I sat with Jack then took the book to bed. It rested on Nala who was lying beside me.

When I woke up the morning, Nala’s head was resting on my arm. She sensed the change in my breathing and jumped on me. Henry followed suit. They always seem surprised and excited when I make it through the night.

The dogs have a wonderful routine. They exemplify a dog’s life. In the morning, when they sense me awake, they jump on me to get me moving. We go downstairs and both of them stand at the door waiting for me to open it. They run to the backyard. Henry comes in first and stands at the treat door. We wait for Nala then they both get a biscuit. They go back to the yard. When they come inside, their morning nap is next. Around 3 or 3:30, Henry scratches the rug and looks at me. He does it again and again until I get up to feed them. After dinner they go out again then come in for thei

r late afternoon nap. They go out another couple of times before their evening nap which lasts until my bedtime. They go out for the last time then run upstairs to claim room on my bed before I get there. They sleep through the night. I should live a dog’s life, at least one in this house.

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